I could feel him behind me. The contrast between the cold table and his hot body sends pleasurable chills down my spine. His hand caressed my hip slowly almost torturing me. I want him here fast and rough. Remus, however, had other desires. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He whispered seductively in my ear.
"I will fuck you slowly right here until you start begging me for more and more, faster and louder."
I arched to him; he still held my wrists behind my back. I felt him unbuckle his belt with his free hand and pull it out of his pants. He kissed my shoulder and breathed in my ear, "Think of it as a punishment for all the worries you caused me today, Ms. Black." His tongue trailed along my neck, and I bit my lip containing a groan.
"I will do it more often then. "
Remus whipped me around and pressed me hard against the table. With a few quick movements, he took off my sweater and my bra. Then he tied my wrists with his belt and placed them over my head. My breathing quickened as his hand traveled up to my breast and squeezed while his other hand pulled my hip rough against him. He was already hard. With a tormenting slow motion, Remus took off the rest of my clothes. I was completely naked and lying on the table, my hands tied above my head. He drank me with eyes darkened with desire. He leaned over me and kissed me deeply. He kissed along my jaw and then down my neck to my collarbone. He took a nipple into his mouth and I couldn't help myself - a loud moan escaped my lips. He lavished attention on each breast before moving down and dipping his tongue into my navel. Remus spread my thighs further apart and I could feel the change in my breathing. He glanced up to me to be sure I'm watching his every move. With his tongue, he gave me a long, seductive lick along my slit while his dark amber eyes never looked away from mine. He wanted to make me come with his mouth and lowered his head. There was something about the way he pierced me and touched me that had me driving crazy. Merlin, that was so good. I bucked and my thighs quivered as he ate away at me. I squirmed and he had to hold my thighs apart for me threatened to squeeze his head. I was moaning incoherently and I could feel his desire to break me. But he did not succumb to temptation. He continued with his slow, maddening movements. Remus suckled on my nub and I wanted to fist my hands in his hair and thrusting his head into me. But the belt or a spell, I don't know what exactly anymore, held my wrists above my head. He didn't even need to finger me, I was going to come all over his face. I felt his groan between my thighs and the vibration made me buck against his mouth. He sucked harder and then dipped his tongue inside and went back to sucking me. I didn't think I could take it anymore. My mind was focused on my only desire at that moment, and that was for him not to stop. I was calling out his name. That made him work. Oh, Merlin, it was glorious. He lapped me as he held my pussy hard against his mouth as I came.
I was still shaking when he nestled between my legs. He rocked against me letting me feel how hard I made him. I was so wet. Remus leaned down and kissed me again. His tongue opened my mouth letting me taste myself on his lips. I kissed him harder. He pushed the tip of his cock inside and slid in with ease. He stopped for a moment, which drove me crazy.
"Remus, don't stop, " I asked him desperately. This temptation was too much.
Slowly, he thrust himself in and out. I was gasping with each gentle plunge and Remus kissed me letting his tongue match the movement of his cock. She opened my legs wider to him and starting meeting his hips. I wanted it faster, but he wasn't going to let me set the tempo. A punishment, indeed. He went back to kissing my neck and continued fuck me slowly. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me as he moved. I moaned his name. That made him shifting the tempo a little. He rotated his hips and pumped harder until I started thrusting back. I was begging him, crying out for him. He kissed me down to my neck. I was pulsing around him and I was so wet that I felt his need to drive into me faster. And he couldn't take it anymore. Finally. He felt so fucking good. I called his name over and over and that was it. For me and for him. He convulsed and shook and buried himself in me breathing into my neck.
My body was still wrapped around him, my wrists – above my head. My breathing hitched and he pulled his head up to look at me.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked me worried. With a few deft movements, he untied my hands, looked at them quickly, making sure he hadn't hurt me. He kissed each of my palms gently. Then he helped me to my feet and pulled me into his arms.
"I don't think the punishment was enough for me. "I smiled at him broadly.
"That's not the purpose of punishment, but if you want, I can borrow from Sirius that "torture" book you showed me a few days ago."
Despite the attempts, I managed to blush. "I have never tried such things. But I like to experiment."
"Will you be able to get out of here these days? I promised you to take a look at my library," and he winked at me.
I laughed. "If I can come alone to your house, believe me, I won't want you to show me books."
After getting dressed, I decided to make dinner for the three of us. Sirius would return home hungry. I started to worry about him a little. He had been out with Buckbeak for a long time than usual. What if someone saw them? To my relief, I heard a knock from his room, and a few minutes later he appeared in the kitchen. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, his hair was disheveled, the smile never left his face.
"I know about Harry already. Whoever put his name in the goblet now knows for sure that my boy will not give up without a fight. We need to celebrate it. How about going to a bar? "
I looked at Remus to confirm that my uncle was really crazy. He nodded at me.
"What?" Sirius asked, looking innocently at both of us. "I'm not talking about a wizard bar, let's go to a Muggle one. No one will recognize me there. Let's merge with the crowd. Come on, Remus, to break those old bones a little. Ash, I'll even let you flirt with someone. As long as he's ugly and toothless, of course. And if possible about around 100 years. With a large inheritance and no relatives.
I rolled my eyes. "I'll let you flirt with this guy. But I wouldn't refuse to dance a little and relax."
"Great." And my uncle clapped his hands, excited that someone was supporting his idea. "Moony, what about you? Don't you want some shiny she-wolf to have this body of yours for at least one night? "
I narrowed my eyes at the thought of another woman next to Remus. Over my dead body.
"It doesn't sound so bad" he replied, smiling at me. Over your dead body, Remus Lupin.
I must be completely mad. To go to a Muggle bar? With my uncle, who is a wanted prisoner, and my secret werewolf lover. Where is my mind? But it seemed too late to change something. I had gone up to my room and was wondering what to wear. I don't follow Muggle fashion. I hope I don't overdo something and that they look at me strangely in the club. In the end, I decided to choose my emerald-green velvet dress. It was quite narrow, with thin straps. I loved the softness of the material as it rushed asymmetrical up my side making my figure look like an hourglass. I let my hair wild in loose curls over my shoulders. A little red lipstick, my black stilettos, and I was ready. I grabbed a small black bag to put my wand in it. I didn't need a coat; a warming spell would work for a few hours. The problem with it was that it was limited in time and when its action is over, you get twice as cold as you should be. And you can't do it again for a while. That is why wizards avoid it. I will take the risk.
"Come on, miss. The clubs will close while we wait for you" - I heard my uncle shouting from the corridor.
"I'm coming," I said, looking in the mirror for the last time.
Both were waiting for me at the end of the stairs. I tried not to blush when I noticed Remus's stare. I saw him swallow hard while looking at me. I must admit that they had both dresses well too. Sirius's jacket was long, olive green, and had a striped pattern to it. He wore his favorite dark purple velvet vest, black shirt, and pants. Remus, on the other hand, was in a dark green dress shirt and black slacks. The top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. I wish I could kiss him right there, right now, right under his collarbone. His hair was carelessly smoothed back.
"We match," I winked at Remus, nodding at the same colors of clothes we had chosen. He kept his eyes on me. Then I held out my hands to the two of them, and we all apparated together in a quiet back street in central London.
With the help of Confundus spell, Sirius managed to get us into one of the most popular clubs in the city. I took a deep breath as we went inside, trying to enjoy the atmosphere as much as possible. Marble columns showcased a massive bar with leather circular private booths, plush lounges in vibrant tones. The place was hopping, and I could see the crowd was having a good time. The place was packed. Sirius led us through the club, while Remus walked beside me with a gentle hand on the small of my back. The scent of cigars and hookahs was overpowering in here while the music pounded in my head.
"I need a drink. What would you like?"Sirius walked us up to the side of the bar and signaled the bartender.
"I think that only sore whiskey will help me overcome the feeling that our place is not here. " – I told him.
"Same for me. "said Remus and glanced at me. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, of course. The smoke is making me a little light-headed though."
The bartender brought our drinks.
"Let's raise a toast to Harry and his successful first task," Sirius said, raising his glass.
"For Harry." And I drank. The taste of the drink was quite controversial. At first, I thought it would burn my tongue and throat, but then it was as if a pleasant warmth spread throughout my body. With an ice cube, it might be better.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I saw a beautiful lady at 3 o'clock, who would be happy for my company. " Sirius stood up, looked at Remus, and said, "I hope you keep an eye on Ash so she doesn't get in trouble."
I rolled my eyes as I watched him get lost in the crowd. Remus leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Well, Ashling Black, are you going to search for trouble?"
His voice so close, his breath caressing my neck made my skin electrified. I tried to control my breathing, but all I could feel was his hand on my skin only inches away from the end of my dress. I shouldn't be aroused right now, I chastised myself. There were so many people here. And Sirius could see their closeness. But there was no sign of him nearby after all. The playful flame in Remus's eyes, the faint smile that stretched the corner of his lips, his shaggy hair, and those few unbuttoned buttons of his shirt were the only things that interested me right now.
"The only trouble I need and want is in front of me," I smirked at him.
Remus stood up and walked back slowly to the dance floor, holding out one hand for me to follow. My stomach dropped. Setting my drink aside, I slowly got up from the bar and adjusted my dress before taking the few steps to stand before him. He took my hand and pulled me closer to him. The song that was playing right now had a slow beat and was definitely oozing sex appeal. Remus pulled me to him and took my waist. I followed him, I wanted to feel the beat and his body so close to mine. I didn't care if Sirius saw us. Apparently, he didn't care about my uncle either, because his dance moves were, to put it mildly, quite tempting. I didn't know he danced so well. Another point for Mr. Lupin. To have a man dance like this seduced me. Why couldn't all men know how to dance like that? I melted into him forgetting the people around us. The way Remus held me wasn't innocent at all, it was dirty. I could feel every inch of him, the movement of his hips with mine as he spun me around with my back against his chest. He held me across my stomach and brought one of my arms up and around his neck as I felt his breath against mines. Remus turned me back to him, and his face was so close that I could see the flecks of black in his amber eyes.
"You look insanely good tonight. And although I really like this dress on you, I would like to take it off." His sweet breath was on my lips, but he didn't kiss me. He tortured me again. I can play this game too.
I pulled away from him. I spun slowly as I looked him intently in the eye and headed for the bar. I hope he liked the view from behind. He followed me. The moment I wanted to continue with this little game between us, Sirius appeared in front of me. About a 30-year-old red-haired woman was standing next to him. She had green eyes and a pleasant face. Maybe she was a little more drunk than necessary. I smiled playfully at them, understanding where things were going.
"And here you are. I was looking for you. " Sirius told us, ignoring my gaze. He leaned over to Remus to whisper something to him without me or anyone else hearing him. The faces of both remained focused even as they pulled away from each other. Remus nodded slowly, looked at me out of the corner of his eye, and smiled at me. Then he came to me as Sirius and the red-haired woman disappeared into the crowd.
"What was all this for?" I asked.
"Come on, Sirius gave us his blessing."
"What?" I couldn't believe what he was telling me. "No way. "
"I don't literally mean that. He apparently intends to take this lady to Grimmauld Place, and I have been so helpful in suggesting that you could sleep at home and not disturb them."
"What? And he caught on to that? "
"As you know, I can be quite convincing."